MY ODE TO SOCIAL NETWORKING

A good idea to bring people together

Nothing to hinder, not distance, not weather

Not time, not location, not busy agendas

Keep us from the messages our buddies send us

But there is a less happy side to it all

It's not truly private, it's really quite small

For your friends are my friends

And my friends are your friends,

And if you declare it,

Then OUR friends can share it.

Gossip or no, you may not have meant it,

But don't think that some imp won't copy and send it.

Your name is there, time-stamped, hour and day,

So you can't lie, or take back the words that you say.

Someone will surely ask if it was true.

Don't end up with network egg all over you.

Perhaps it's your aim to hurt or offend,

But you must know moves like that have a sad end.

Say one thing to this friend- and that to another,

Be known as a liar to sisters and brothers.

There's TMI that would make a hooker blush.

Your business is out 'cause you're talking too much.

Your face is right there

You can say it ain't you.

But you tell on yourself by the things that you do.

It's okay to share, but not everything's good.

When you signed on to this stuff, did you think you would:

Act like an idiot

Forget the truth

Lose your dignity

Be so uncouth

Embellish about the goings on in your life

Get caught in gossip

Help stir up strife

Forget how to spell

Forget how to speak

Set records with all of the secrets you leak?

Delete, or hide, or simply ignore

Being rude was never so much fun before!

Why on earth do you want to be a friend now?

It's the person you never liked much anyhow

And they know now because of the words that they read

Confirmation that you are two- faced indeed

Perhaps you thought that if you post it first

You could cover yourself,

And if worse came to worst

There would be enough people to be on your side

Strangers you call friends who cover your hide

But discerning minds, hell, little kids too

Know the difference between fairy tales, white lies, and truth

You shun folk in public, but every day

You write on the walls of the people you hate

Looking for information to use

Searching for something to mock and amuse

Looking for anyone who'll say what you did

Was good, great, or wonderful- and then you bid

Them good night until you log on the next day

To see whose good name can be twitted away...